What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different.

You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all of the time.

There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.

...for everything can come to those who have the desire,the drive, the dedication, and the determination." v.c.andrews

love, is an unnatural attachment to another living thing. it's the root cause of most personal problems people have.

And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land where i pirouetted madly, in a wild and crazy effort to exhaust myself into insensibility, i saw that man, shadowy and distant, half-hidden behind towering white columns that rose clear up to a purple sky. In a passionate pas de deux he danced with me, forever apart, no matter how hard i sought to draw nearer and leap into his arms, where i could feel them protective about me, supporting me ... and with him i'd find, at last, a safe place to live and love.

Love, when it came and knocked on my door, was going to be enough. And that unknown author who'd written that if you had fame, it was not enough, and if you had wealth as well, it was still not enough, and if you had fame, wealth, and also love ... still it was not enough - boy, did I feel sorry for him.